#that's gonna take a little longer to get coherent

[ackermanbloodline]

You’re so fucked out.

You two haven’t seen each other for almost a week thanks to Levi, once again, being on a perilous mission. That week felt like a year when you make love almost every day. So, in his mind, you two have lots of time to make up for. He’s been pounding into you for hours. You’ve came several times already, your voice is fried, and your mind is entirely blank. 

Your heart, mind, and pussy, are all so, so full of him.

You are barely conscious as you register the distinct sound of skin slapping together while in missionary. Despite this, broken moans and gasps leave your lips as your legs are over Levi’s shoulders. Eyes closed. One of his toned forearms is on one side of you to prop himself up while the other hand is gripping the bed frame to get more leverage and strength to pound into you. His balls slap lightly against your ass. 

“Fuck, taking it so well…” he almost whines, reveling in your warm, wet pussy. He’s been ready to cum for hours but he’s forced himself to hold off each and every time he’s gotten close. He studies how beautiful you look: your cheeks flushed a light pink, a little drool at the side of your mouth, and your long eyelashes.

Then he looks down at his cock going in and out, and the sight alone makes him twitch. 

His hand hastily leaves the bedframe and buries itself at the back of your skull, gripping the roots of the hair there. He gently forces your head downward. 

“Watch it, sweetheart, watch.” 

Your eyes open to obey his request. Your labia is so red and puffy. His dick is wet and sparkling, absolutely coated in you, and the blue-tinted veins of his length bulge. He pulls almost entirely out then plunges right back in and doesn’t stop until his pelvic bone meets yours. In and out. In and out. In and out. Watching it disappear into you is hypnotizing. You can no longer utter coherent words, just sounds of pleasure. 

You both continue to watch until his hand lets go of your hair. His lips press into your hairline softly when he asks a barely audible question. 

“Where do you want it?” 

You know precisely what he means when you notice his thrusts becoming harder and faster and he gets quiet. It sounds ridiculous, but it’s almost like you can feel him in your stomach. He’s so deep and going so ruthlessly that it’s hard to register. The thought of him using you like a toy to stroke his cock with turns you on to an endless degree. 

“Need you to talk to me, baby. Where do you want it?” 

“Inside,” you barely manage to rasp. “Inside.” 

“You want me to cum inside you? Fill this pretty pussy up?” 

“Yes, please.” 

“Say it,” he pleads. 

“Please, Levi. I want… I need you to cum inside me.” 

Your words echo in his brain on repeat. Even though Levi finishes inside you almost every time, to both of you, it never gets old. 

“I’m gonna cum, oh, I’m gonna—”

You wrap your arms around his neck to pull his body closer to yours. And with that, Levi’s dick twitches inside you with rope after rope of cum. He milks his cock so deep inside you, pushing it deeper with each pump. To him, it feels impossibly wetter than before and slippery. 

He stills for a couple of moments then pulls out. He pushes your legs apart and gazes at your pussy. You bear down, making some cum come out. Seeing him drip out of you nearly always makes his eyes roll back into his head. He leans down, gathers some of it on his thumb, and pops it into his mouth. Once it’s sucked clean, he kisses you with an open mouth, making you taste. 

Once satisfied, he withdraws from the kiss. He grabs your chin and gently wiggles it back and forth. 

“You’ve never looked prettier when you’re full of my cum.”

[abbyonmars]

SMUT! MDNI

fem!reader. pure porn with no plot. wc: 854

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no thoughts, just servicetop!ellie

her slender fingers would run up the sides of your body with slow, tender movements. she'd want to take her time with you, despite how much your body would involuntarily squirm and wriggle under each small graze; ellie would be absolutely enamoured by how worked up you'd get over her, and she'd only want to draw more out from your pretty and quivering lips.

"shh, shh, shh," she'd whisper, moving up to brush her lips real close to your ear. "i got you. jus' stay still for me, angel."

and while one hand would occupy itself by cupping the side of your flushed face, the other would continue to trail steadily between your tits, over your heaving chest and towards your soaking heat.

"what do you need me to do?" she'd ask. the corner of her lip would tug upward meanwhile, knowing you'd fail to come up with a coherent response. as predicted, delicate, tiny whimpers would spill continuously from your mouth and she'd tut gently at you, chuckling lowly into your ear. "words, my love. i need to hear you, c'mon."

"p-please," you'd whine, eyes skirting around in desperation. anything, you needed anything. "f-fuck. need you to touch me, els."

"hmm.. mmhm," she'd almost sound smug, the way she'd hum quietly into your ear. she'd know that the simplest thing like the rasp in her voice would get you going.

she'd fight the urge to tease you just a little longer — she'd kiss the spot beneath your ear, between your scrunching brows, and the two corners of your lips. she'd take pity on your glossed over eyes and scrunching face, and would finally edge her long fingers closer and closer to the throbbing ache of your cunt.

you'd feel her middle and ring slip seamlessly through your slit, the oozing slick from your pussy coating her digits. she'd hum again, eyeing the glistening wetness and the string of it connecting you with her fingers.

"such a pretty pussy," she'd coo. "'m gonna take real good care of you, ma. my gorgeous girl."

she'd slip a finger past your folds and you'd suck it in instantaneously, clenching your sopping hole around it. she'd feel a pulse hammering in your cunt with her finger, and she'd believe wholeheartedly that your insides were just so perfectly indented with the mould of her.

she'd smile at you as you'd choke out a moan, taking it as her signal to push faster. in and out, in and out, listening intently to the wet noises of squelching bouncing around the room.

"relax," she'd whisper, kissing a trail to your jaw. "you're doing so good f'me. you sound so beautiful."

once your head would tilt back into the softness of your pillow, her mouth would find your neck and she'd suck softly, eliciting the cutest groans and wobbly noises from your throat. and with her finger still pumping in and out of you she'd play with your clit, running over it with the pad of her thumb, circling and flicking quickly to please you further.

and as if you thought you couldn't reach a higher depth of bliss, her warm mouth would wrap around your erected left nipple, the strong muscle of her tongue swirling 'round and 'round its bud. your back would arch further into her chest but she'd gently push you back into the mattress with her forearm, humming once again into your breast.

the knot in your stomach would grow tighter and tighter, the familiar tingling sensation heightening with intensity from between your thighs. as if she could tell you were close, she'd add a second finger to stretch you out even wider for her.

"c'mon," she'd grunt, her lips dripping with spit at your tits. her free hand had come down to play with your nipple as she sucked the other, filling up her mouth with you.

"e-els," you'd croak, the muscles of your lower stomach tightening and loosening rapidly. "i'm g.. i'm gonna cum..!"

"s'okay, baby, you got it," she'd mumble against you, swapping over her mouth and hand to lick at your other breast. "let go f'me, cum on my fingers."

and with that, you'd come undone. your vision would flood with white, tingling euphoria overwhelming each one of your senses.

ellie would fuck you through your high, needing to hear the sighs and gasps of pleasure before she'd take herself out of you. she'd take her fingers into her mouth to taste you, moaning quietly from the coat of your warm cum against her tongue.

she'd kiss you softly after sex, treat you with utmost sensitivity as if you were a fragile doll. never letting you move a finger, she'd be sure to clean you up and leave planted kisses along the way.

"good job, dove." she'd tuck your head into the crook of her neck, running her fingers up and down the softness of your back under the duvet. "so, so perfect."

ellie would whisper sweet words into your ear, knowing you were overcome with exhaustion. she'd hold you close, keeping you safe as you fell asleep in her arms.

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i'm boutta cuhhh

my first smut piece...!

ellie lives rent free in my mind

[blueywrites]

obsessed

I know we agree that Eddie would be obsessed with his girl. But I also think, even more than that - he would want his girl to be obsessed with him.

Like, after the initial 'wah I dunno what I'm doing' part of becoming a boyfriend for the first time, of course, because I do think Eddie would be both awkwardly though endearingly inexperienced, and also kinda scared of his feelings finally being reciprocated because now there's actual risk involved. But once he's past that, I think as much as he is just all about you - wanting to be around you, hold you, kiss you, fuck you, sleep with you, just exist beside you - he is even more excited at the prospect that you're all about him.

He wants to catch you looking at him and see it written all over your face, your expression all gooey and gross and totally fucking gone. It wouldn't make sense to him, because, yeah, you do that when he's screaming his lungs out on stage at The Hideout, fingers nearly cramping with his hard he's playing and, before the performance is even half-done, he knows they fuckin' killed it. That makes sense to him But you also look at him like that even when he's doing asinine shit, like picking off his nail polish and balancing the flakes in a pile on his hairy knee, or perching hunchbacked on a chair, muttering to himself as he drafts the next dungeon crawl for Hellfire. You see him at his best and his worst and his weirdest, and you seem to only wanna be closer to him. It's the same he feels about you, but at least with you it makes sense, 'cause you're you. It beats the shit outta Eddie why you're obsessed with him, but he's seen it enough to accept it now.

He starts feeling all warm inside his chest whenever he remembers just how obsessed you are with him. And so then he starts to do whatever it takes to encourage you in that.

Some guys think their girl's too needy? Hell fuckin' nah. Not Ed. You keep pulling him back in for snuggles and kisses and pouty "I'll miss you baby"s when he's been trying to leave the last twenty minutes, and he's just burying his grin in your hair, lapping up every word like a greedy bastard. He doesn't give a shit that he's gonna be late and get an earful from Gareth when you're filling up his chest with ooey gooey warmth like this. Space? Never heard of her. It could be hot as the devil's asscrack in July and he'd let you paste yourself to him. Damn the sweaty skin, the baby hairs tickling his chin, the elbow in his rib. Climb inside his favorite hoodie with him; stretch it all the way out. Make him a permanent one-handed driver by stealing his palm so you can play with his rings and just touch his skin, as if it alleviates some kind of ache in you.

And you best believe that man is determined to delight you. It doesn't matter how much or little experience he's had with other people before; Eddie wants to know how to make you fall apart. He studies your body - spends days between your legs with his mouth and his fingers and his cock, learning exactly what to touch and with what pressure and rhythm. Learning when to ease up and when to press on. Learning what your sounds and your faces and your motions mean. Learning all of you until he can have you coming on his cock in less than five minutes, and on his tongue in less than three, if you happen to be pressed for time. And if you're not pressed for time... Well. Eddie makes sure that each time he gets to really savor you, your obsession with him just grows that much deeper. Once you're coherent and no longer cock-drunk, at least.

Eddie isn't just determined to delight you in the bedroom, either. He'd keep it going all the time, his efforts to ensure you're totally gone on him - buy you cheap things like fake tattoos and ring pops from the 25-cent machines, steal you flowers cut from the yards he passes when he's selling in Loch Nora, leave you little love-heart doodles in your locker and loiter around the corner, waiting for you to find them, just so he can grab you up from behind and gasp against your neck, "Are those from a secret admirer?! Are you cheating on me?!" And as you squeal and giggle and deny it profusely, that warmth returns.

Because Eddie doesn't ever need to wonder about you. For the first time in his life, someone has finally looked at him and said, "Yeah, that freak right there. I'm obsessed with him." And there's no way in hell he's gonna take that for granted.

[buckys-lover]

Again

miguel o’hara x fem!reader

nsfw masterlist | main masterlist

word count: 0.7k

summary: miguel finds out you can squirt, and he wants to make you do it again

warnings: SMUT (18+), minors DNI, miguel being kinda needy, unprotected sex (pls be safe irl), a bit of praise and degrading :), creampie (bc i have a breeding kink), a lot of italics bc how else would y’all know what I mean?, also Spanish (translation at the end)

A/N: this thought would not leave my head, so this happened. also, I know there’s a lot of debate ab squirting and how it happens/what it is…I don’t have time to get into all that, just enjoy the short little fic // as always, feedback is greatly appreciated, reblog and lmk what you think! <333

Thinking about how Miguel would react the first time he makes you squirt

You two have been going at it for a while now, and he’s made you come twice already

He switches up positions, and you swear you can feel him deeper this time, hitting a spot inside you that no one ever has before

And, by God, you’re seeing stars. You can’t think straight, not when he’s pounding into you with an intensity that makes your soul leave your body; it’s a completely otherworldly experience

He just keeps going, keeps hitting that spot, and oh no, again, a-fucking-gain.

You didn’t think you could reach your orgasm so fast, but he feels so good, and you just can’t hold on any longer

You gasp, gripping onto him tightly, “Miguel, please, I’m…ay dios, I’m gonna-”

You squirt.

Miguel stops completely, staring down at where your bodies meet. Eyes wide, taking in what just happened before looking back at you to meet your shocked gaze.

You swear your breath catches in your throat. That look he gives, one of pure hunger and lust, feral even.

“Do that again.” His voice comes out as a growl, a command. Fuck, he needs you to do that again. The way you squeezed tighter around him, the way you sounded when you squirted, the dazed look you had…he needs it again.

He starts up again, trying desperately to mimic what he had been doing earlier to ensure that you would squirt at least one more time.

“Por favor querida, hágalo otra vez” You’ve never seen him so needy, and you can’t help but whine at his words.

He brings his thumb to your clit, rubbing tight circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves, trying to bring you closer to the edge. “C’mon baby, please, I know you have it in you, just one more time, that’s all I’m asking. Solo una vez más.”

You don’t know what comes over you. Maybe it’s his intensity, how badly he wants it, the way that he’s begging you, the way his cock hits that spot inside you just right.

You’re squirting…again.

And the moan Miguel lets out? Absolutely heavenly, you assume that’s what the angels must sound like when you reach the pearly gates. Although, they could never truly sound as good as he does.

And he’s thanking you, praising you, telling you, “Así cariño- such a good girl, squirting all over my cock like a fucking whore.”

You can’t take it anymore, you’re so overwhelmed, so strung out, so overstimulated - but you need more. Need Miguel to give you exactly what you want, and you know he’s close.

“Por favor amor, sé que quieres-” You whimper, barely able to get the words out. Your mind is foggy, unable to string together a coherent thought other than the desire to be wrecked and filled by the man before you.

“Mm, you want me to cum? Want me to fill up your pretty little pussy? Want me to breed you?”

You don’t have to say anything, the way you tighten around him and dig your nails deeper into his skin is enough of an answer.

And he can’t hold out any longer, not that he wants to anyways. 

With a deep groan, he’s cumming inside. Twitching and rutting against you, keeping himself buried to the hilt, making sure that not a single drop escapes.

He leans down, still staying inside your soaked and pulsing heat, placing gentle kisses and bites on your tits and neck.

He’s muttering praises into your skin, telling you how good you were for him.

“Siempre eres tan buena para mí.” He whispers beside your ear before turning to kiss you, passion and desire and appreciation all mixing together in an intoxicating kiss.

Anyways

I think it would become a regular occurrence for Miguel to try and make you squirt at least once every time you have sex from that day forward.

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Translation:

ay dios - oh god

Por favor querida, hágalo otra vez - please darling, do it again

Solo una vez más - just one more time

Así cariño - like that sweetheart

Por favor amor, sé que quieres - please, love, I know you want to

Siempre eres tan buena para mí - you’re always so good for me

—

tagging some mutuals and ppl who might enjoy this <3

@zstrn // @joaquinwhorres // @dilfsfordinner // @chshiresins // @1800-fight-me // @thelmis // @harlekin6 // @banana-cheese-cake // @freeshavocadoooo // @fandoms-writings // @slocalari // @tarjapearce // @solesurvivorjen // @cozykali // @sunflowersteves // @cowb00t // @mothdruid // @inklore // @golden-barnes​ // @yourmommaissofine​ // @miggyyyohara // @hargroveandco​ //

[fantasylandloser]

Attention pt.2

Warnings: 18+, dry humping, kissing, premature ejaculation (hot, right?), uh sorry?

pt. 1

*******

When Daryl’s patrolling shift is over he’s too tired to go to the bonfire, instead he opts for his cell, knowing that you'd come and find him when you’re done. He falls asleep before you get there, waking up to the sound of you shuffling around.

You’re obviously trying your best not to wake him, but he’s a light sleeper nowadays. Your movements are also clumsy, probably due to the alcohol that was passed around and even though you only drank a little, he knows you’re a lightweight and you’re no longer used to the feeling. 

“Daryl.” You whisper, into the dark. Something you did to avoid startling him when moving around in his space. He grunts, still hazy from drowsiness, but slightly alert in the way you have to be at the end of the world. 

You say nothing else after his acknowledgment, climbing onto the cot with him. You only slept on the same bunk with him the week all the others came to the prison from woodbury. You were not good with strangers and part of you wanted to cling to Daryl for some sort of comfort. You in your drunken state must have been looking for the same thing.

Daryl allows you to climb over him. He can tell there was an attempt to be more on his side but the prison mattress only allowed for so much space because of that you’re directly on top of him. Not that either of you mind. He places an arm over your back trying to get you to stop moving once you finally get comfortable, lets you place a soft kiss over his stubbled jaw before the two of you finally let the exhaustion claim your bodies. 

You wake up before Daryl, but you don’t move in hopes of him getting well deserved rest. He only sleeps twenty minutes longer and it takes you both a while to acknowledge the other out loud, but you enjoy the peaceful moments of breathing in sync and legs intertwined. 

“Last night any fun?”  He asks, voice still thick from sleep. You hum out a yes, your thumb brushing over his bicep as you try to think of any reason to keep him there. You settle for just asking when you don’t find one, knowing how quick he usually is to get up and find something to do. 

“Can we just lay here a little longer?” His hands run up your sides as he sighs a little. 

“Someones gonna come lookin’ for us in a bit.” He doesn’t make any moves to leave though. Enjoying your softness against him, compared to the usual harsh realities of the world. 

“Did you talk to Mark?” He can’t help the resentment in his voice.

You groan at the memory of the conversation. “He saw us kiss.” And even though you’re not looking at his face you can feel that he’s smiling. 

“S’not funny. He was upset. I feel bad.” Daryl rubs his hand over your back to comfort you but he’s still smiling. 

“Thought you said you weren’t with em’” You can practically hear the smugness.

“I wasn’t, I think he just got the wrong idea.” You defend. He hums, knowing you probably gave him the wrong idea..

“What’d you tell him, heartbreaker?” You flush in embarrassment before mumbling your answer that's barely coherent. 

“That m’yours.” He feels your cheek warm against his chest.

“Damn right.” His confirmation only makes you flush deeper.  You try not to smile too much. You fail. He feels it against his chest, before he sees it when you turn your head to look in his direction. 

“Can I kiss you?” The angle of your lips places you so close to his and you can practically already feel it. You ask so softly, like you think he’ll tell you no.

“You better.” You’re both smiling when you press your lips to his, so softly at first that he barely feels it. Until you do it again, harder. You’re damn near devouring him after about two seconds  and he lets you. When you go to release him he pulls you back into him, switching the two of you around on the cot so that he can be on top of you.So that you can’t leave him.

He’s slotted himself in between your legs in the midst of it all, making you stretch them wide. Kissing you once again on your lips before he lets them go long enough for you to breathe air that isn’t his. Kisses you twice more along your neck and you’re so soft. Daryl tries to think of the last time he’d been touched like this, and even before the infection it had been a long time. 

He loses himself to touching you, so quickly he doesn’t even realize it's happening. That is until he feels the almost foreign feeling of pleasure in the pit of his abdomen and he finds himself bucking against you. And it drives him crazy because you’re just in your underwear, those girly panties that pretended not to like. And you’re so soft. Much softer than his fist and he knows you’re strong but you’re so small in his arms, pliant under his lips.

You hear someone moving in the cell next to you and you remember that you need to be quiet, but as you work to silence your moans Daryl’s pants get louder. He’s worked himself to the point that his thrust against you gets sloppy. You try to kiss him to silence him, but he is so damn loud that you blush thinking of who might be hearing him. 

“Shh.” You murmur, but you can’t bring yourself to stop him because he needs this. You need this. You need him close. You need his warmth, You need him.

“Baby,” You start and he groans at the name, his hips stuttering, he swears, pressing more kisses into your mouth. He feels immediate shame at him cumming in his damn pants like a teenager, but he takes one look at you and he knows you couldn't care less. He plans to make it up to you regardless, already kissing down your stomach. 

Rick interrupts that plan with clearing of his throat and his head peaked into Daryl’s curtain, obviously more than pleased with himself. “Daryl, whenever you get done with this, we’ve got that run we’re supposed to go on.” His southern drawl did absolutely nothing to hide the amusement he was feeling. 

“Alright, get out.” Daryl tells Rick grumpily, after the swift reminder of his responsibilities. Rick nods the smile on his face, unmoving. He leaves after telling you good morning, just to fuck with Daryl. Your flustered face gives him even more of a kick and the both of you hear him chuckling outside the curtain as he walks away. 

“I’m sorry. I gotta-” He’s cut off with a kiss. 

“Don’t be sorry.” You smile and you look so sweet that he has to kiss you again and he feels like he’ll never get enough. 

“I’ll make it up to you, yeah?” Another kiss, on his cheek this time.

“You better.” You say, even though you don’t think there’s a thing to make up for.

[awellposhmagazine]

a 10pm thought re: oral between friends

thinking about fucking around in the studio with the guys & making an offhand comment re: bringing back the blowjob lyrics & george hitting u back with can't do that cos healy's not getting them anymore. & matty just tells u guys to fuck off as usual but it sticks with u and u start scheming. 

it comes up again a week later on the floor of his living room, with you stretched out on his concrete floor flipping through one of his wanky coffee table books. he’s settled on the couch just above you, watching you laze about at his feet like a housecat in the sun. 

“y’ look nice down there.”

he means it innocently enough, but it’s the perfect opportunity to push him around a little.

“yeah? giving you some inspo for that new blowie song?”

he rolls his eyes hard, reaching out a socked foot to nudge you teasingly on the shoulder.“yeah haha very funny matty in his incel era.”

and maybe its the warmth of the sun making you delirious, or just the overwhelming domesticity of the moment, but the words leave your mouth before you can even think to stop them.

“'m being serious. i’d get you off, if you wanted.”

matty almost chokes to death on his own spit.

“don’t fuck me about.”

you might as well have socked him in the jaw for the look on his face. his mouth has fallen slack, just slightly, and his expression reads as vaguely pained. 

the silence between you carries on for a little longer, and you can see him disappearing further and further into his own head. its in moments like these that you realise perhaps he’s more of a sap than you’d thought. public image matty necks tequila and takes his coffee black, but yours would prefer a malbec and a cappuccino with two and a half sugars. public image matty gets off with groupies and regularly toes the line of public indecency, but yours is looking at you like he might keel over and die at the prospect of a blowjob. you’d been half joking really, but the intensity of his reaction has shelved any plans you'd been harboring to tease.

“‘i’m not,” you shake your head resolutely, suddenly developing a stomach ache at the consequences of your own actions. “i’d never.” despite attempting to maintain a flirty tone, you have to swallow down a lump in your throat the size of the texas.

“kiss me first?”

“huh?” your reply comes out as more of a breath than coherent speech.

“if we’re gonna do this, 'wanna kiss you first. will you do that for me?”

you're not sure what he's playing at, really. you're more than happy to oblige, of course; you'd dreamt of kissing matty loads of times. admittedly never as precursor to casual oral, but you'd take what you could get. you'll chalk it up to being another facet of his sentimental nature. that, or he just needs a minute to work himself up before you get him undressed.

either way, you huff and scramble up to meet his request only to be stopped by a gentle hand on your cheek. his hands are so big, so warm, and you can’t help but nuzzle further into his touch. you're playing all the right cards and he and he still doesn’t kiss you, just lets his eyes linger on your embarrassed face and presses a bruising thumb to your bottom lip. 

“fuck, matty - please.” he’s just teasing you now, he has to be. it's making you itchy.

“please what, darlin’?”

“thought you wanted a kiss. you’re being cruel.”

“don’t like me mean?”

“dirty, maybe. not mean.”

“jesus christ. alright, ok.”

he surges forward then, eyes squeezing shut in a uniquely sexy breed of anguish. if he weren't already holding you steady, the force of the kiss might’ve knocked you on your ass. his lips smear against yours messily; movements punctuated with gentle, bubbly gasps. it's hot and messy and charged with desperation - which reminds you abruptly of the task at hand.

he grunts when you draw back, but his disappointment is short-lived. 

“can i suck you off now?”

matty thinks he might actually die.

when you slide down and start messing with the zipper of his jeans, hes certain.

from the minute you get your mouth on him, matty’s floundering like he doesn't quite know where to put his hands; where he’s allowed to. he’s writhing around against the couch cushions, hands balled into tight fists atop his thighs. to your great satisfaction, he can't seem to look at you for longer than about five seconds at a time. every attempt only results in a littany of curses and his eyes flying to the ceiling instead. you figure he's trying to hold off on his orgasm, but you're greedy; you want him to look at you.

you intend it as a bit of a power move when you reach for his hand and bury it into your hair, but it backfires completely when he gives it a tug and you moan all slutty around the length of him. you’d been doing so well keeping your sounds to a minimum, but the dull ache sends a shock of pleasure up your spine. 

something about the action must’ve done it for matty too, because not a second later he’s spilling down your throat with garbled incoherence and choked groans. ‘fuck, ’m coming, fuck -”

you ride it out with your mouth flush to the hilt of him, eyes closed with concentration in committing the sounds of his climax to memory.

finally, his eyes drop down and burn right through you as pull off him and place a chaste kiss to his inner thigh.

“up,” he chokes out, bordering on frantic; “up - come here.”

you comply happily, dopey with pride at having caused the fucked out look on his face. he manhandles you easily despite his exhaustion, slotting you comfortably atop his thighs and squeezing your waist.

he looks lovely like this; lips bitten raw and sweat beading at his hairline. you want to eat him whole. 

it’s different when you kiss him for a second time, after the dust of his manic lust has settled. its quaint almost; clumsy and a bit unsure. like this is perhaps more intimate than any moment preceding it. every second movement of his lips is punctuated with weak, breathless thank yous.  his lips are still parted slightly when you pull back, as though you’ve cut him off early from his ministrations. your heart flutters wildly in your chest. 

“fuck, stop looking at me like that. you’re mental.”

he sounds pained again. you muffle laughter and continue toying with his fingers where your hands are gently intertwined.  “like what?”

“all sweet and that like you didn’t just have my cock down your throat.” 

“i think that was very sweet of me.’

“fuckin’ more than. gonna write a whole blowjob album now, honest.”

“can i do it again? later, i mean?”

for the third time today, matty's soul nearly vacates his body and ascends to the heavens.

"'f i ever turn you down for that, please smack me 'round the mouth."

you giggle breathlessly, and matty gives you disbelieving sort of smile and lets his forehead fall slack against your shoulder. it's only now in the afterglow of your determination to get him off that you settle into the discomfort of your own arousal. he's gone all warm and sleepy beneath you, tracing circles on the bare skin of your knee, and you suddenly feel like you might burst into tears. "sorry, uh- i gotta pee."

a flicker of panic flashes across matty's face, and you can tell hes back in that worried, overthinking place in his brain. that is, until he takes in the heaving of your chest and the way you can't quite keep your legs still.

"oh, lovely girl. need me to take care of you now too, 's that it?"

arguably nobody had ever needed anything more. you’ve soaked through since he’d first kissed you; itchy and sweating through your clothes. 

“please, matty.”

the desperation in your voice seems to knock the energy back into him tenfold. it’s forceful but never rough when he maneuvers you onto the couch beside him and drops to the floor. "i've got you, darlin'", he admonishes, hiking your skirt up past your thighs.

“tell me if i do anything you don’t like, yeah?”

you find it hard to imagine he’d be capable. you nod anyways. “yeah, yes - okay.”

promoted to his knees, matty edges between your legs and drapes an arm across your hips. the implication hits you like a train; you won’t be able to hold still. 

fuck.

[xxshujiswhorexx]

Baby Bunny~

(Chapter 3)

Vox x Reader; Valentino x Reader; Alastor x Reader; maybe Lucifer x Reader

After your untimely death, Mr Vox was kind enough to take you in and give you a job as his assistant. However, it appears that you’ve caught the eyes of few other demons, who are certainly not afraid of a little competition…

It was late when Vox got home. Work had him swamped, with interviews to film, and scripts to review, and he had texted you not to wait up.

So imagine his surprise when he walks into your shared studio, to find you curled up on the couch, whimpering out of discomfort.

Your ears perked up at the sound of the door handle turning, the door creaking open to let in the artificial light of the corridor.

“M-Mr Vox..?”

He simply couldn’t resist cooing at the sight of you, your teary eyes hopeful now that he had finally arrived, a small puddle soaking the velvet of the couch underneath where you lay, a testament to your touching of yourself.

“Oh, dollface, I told you not to wait up, bunny. Y’know how late it is?” He teased you lightly.

You could only respond with a whine, making grabby hands at his tall figure, beckoning him towards you, to give you the attention you so desperately craved.

“Poor baby, are your fingers too small to satisfy you properly? You must’ve been suffering all day; I’ve been meaning to tell Val not to get you so worked up if he’s not gonna help you out after. C’mere, babydoll.”

He scooped you up from your place on the couch, carrying you bridal style to his bedroom, the rumbling vibration of his chest as he hummed providing a sense of comfort as you clung onto him desperately.

With a gentle push of his hips he shut the door behind you two, laying you gently on the bed, caressing your face and petting your hair, until he could control himself no longer, muffling your small whimpers and whines as he licked your lips, enjoying their softness before his tongue forced its way into your mouth.

He drove his leg between your thighs, holding your wrists above your head with one hand, the other massaging your ears in your favourite way, rubbing them between his fingers and thumb. He swallows up your mewls and whines, grinning against your lips when you bucked your hips against his thigh, aching for stimulation.

He drew back just to get a better look at you, stopping his ministrations entirely, causing you to whimper and tear up.

Satan, you looked pathetic already.

After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled your back against his chest, leaning against his headboard. Pressing hot kisses down your neck, one of his hands slithered down your body, finding refuge between your legs. He smirked, feeling how sopping wet your flimsy panties were, a cute pink pair with bows as well. He pulled the pair to the side, circling a clawed finger around your entrance, gathering up your wetness before moving it up to apply gentle pressure to your puffy clit, flicking it softly.

“M-Mr Vox, hah~, p-please, I-i need you..” Already you were struggling to form coherent sentences.

“You okay there, babydoll? You’re bein awfully needy today, princess.” He plunged two finger into your core, catching you off guard. With his fingers deep inside you in a bowling ball grip, he finally began curling his finger, squeezing that spongy spot deep in your walls, that you yourself could never quite reach. You let out a deep moan at this, throwing your head back in pleasure, your legs shaking as his pace increased.

His own strong legs kept your thighs open, as your reflexes tried to shut them from the stimulation.

“You gonna cum, babydoll? C’mon, s’ok, you can cum for me.”

“T-Thank you, sir, hah~..”

He increased his pace once again, curling his finger harshly, scraping your gummy walls with delicious pressure. His thumb came down to rub tight circles into your clit, finally pushing you over the edge.

“C-cumming, s-sir!”

With a final yelp and whimper, you finally come, walls pulsating and clenching around his thick fingers, as he pinched your clit, prolonging your release. Presses soft kisses to your dazed face, he gently praises you for your compliance, whispering sweet nothings into your ears.

“Such a good girl for me, hm? Always listening to me, asking for permission to cum. Good job, dollface.” Your face flushed at the praise, growing wetter once again, combined with Vox’s rock hard boner pressing against your ass.

Vox flips you onto your stomach, your ass up with your back arched, as he quickly undid his slacks, leaving his dress shirt on, forearms exposed.

He spat on his hand, pumping his cock a few times before rubbing the swollen, red tip. Finally satisfied, he aligned it with your hole, dragging his tip up and down your cunt, collected your wetness and poking your clit. Your desperate whines were enough to convince him to continue, finally pushing in, hitting himself in your warm, wet pussy.

He set a harsh pace, his tip kissing your cervix with every thrust, stretching out your walls with a delicious pain, heavy balls slapping against your clit causing such pleasure it was almost painful.

“F-fuck, babydoll, ease up a little, you’re gonna milk me dry.” Vox tried to maintain his composure, his screen starting to glitch out at the intense stimulation, the lights in the room beginning to flicker.

“S-sir, feels so g-good, ah~, I-I’m close!” Your small hands gripped the sheets, as one of his hands reached forward to grab you by the ears, their sensitivity heightened by your arousal.

He tugged on your ears, forcing your back to arch even further, as he angled his hips to hit your sweet spot, abusing it until you were seeing stars. Your vision began to fade as you started seeing black spots, the coil inside your stomach ever tightening.

“Hah~ I-I’m gonna c-cum, Mr Vox!” With a final thrust into your sweet spot, you came around his cock, clenching down so hard his release followed shortly after, burying himself inside you as his screen buffered intensely.

“F-fuck, bunny.” He collapsed onto you, pulling out as a stream of cum flowed out of you, your shaky legs covered in a combination of his and your cream.

Pulling you close, he opted to pick you up and carry you to his bathtub, doubtful you could stand for a shower. He ran the tub, adding salts and bubbles since he knew you loved a bubble bath, and occasionally snapped his fingers in front of your face to make sure you remained conscious.

Finally, he scooped you up and placed the two of you in the bath together, leaning you up against his chest as he gently washed the two of you, seemingly enjoying the intimacy of it.

“You feelin better, bunny? M’sorry I wasn’t here to help you earlier. I’ll shoot a text to Val so he’ll stop bein so mean to ya.”

“Yeah, thank you, Mr Vox. I’m feelin better now. I’ll be sure to work extra hard tomorrow so you can see how grateful I am.” You smiled warmly up at him, your gaze meeting his own, as you embraced him in the warmth of the bathtub.

You really were too gentle, it’s a wonder why you’re in hell to begin with.

Tags: @enby-rising @whocaresimnothere @christineblood @sirenetheblogger @vash-yuu

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Midnight snacks

Yuri (Izone) x Male Reader x Minju (Izone)

Length: 2752

Masterlist

“Babe, stop sleeping”

Yuri tried to shake your body awake.

“It's so fucking tiring babe, I need some rest okay?”

Today is a special day, it's your sister's wedding day. Which means you have spent  the last few days being there for her, supporting her which drains your energy.

“Babeeeee, come on, we haven't done it in ages”

Ages in Minju’s dictionary span between 6 hours and a week, in this case, it's 2 days. Of course you haven't had sex with them, you're preoccupied with your sister's preparations.

“Girls please, we still need to babysit Hitomi and Nako once we got home”

And that too, your childrens. Despite your stance against being a parent, the girls have their way to slowly manipulate you into giving it a try. Once you finally relent they are ecstatic, and you are somewhat restless. However you three switch sides the moment they are born. 

You swore, to God and the world and yourself, that you will keep them from all harm. The girls got annoyed with how much time you were spending with the two kids. 

Those regrets come and go, they tend to disappear when they come face to face with their daughters. Parental love is a strong thing, enough to stop them from sending their child to an orphanage somewhere to stop them taking your time.

Also, why do they have Japanese name?

“Sis is taking care of them, just let her be”

Right, Minju's sister, that girl has been trying to get into your pants for some time now. Minju and Yuri didn't go full psycho against her, but that doesn't make you any more comfortable with the new family dynamics.

“I think we shouldn't cause her any extra trouble”

Yoojin has been making sure your children call her mom as well, which doesn't sit right with you.

“Oppaaaa, come on I want to have a night for us”

Yuri grabbed your hand and pulled it to her breast, something that only grows even more after her pregnancy.

“Yes babe, I think we can do something to make it up for her. Can we just have this night together?”

Minju did the same thing, you can feel her braless tits through her dress. Instantly all the fatigue washes away, “You two are gonna be the death of me”

They can't keep their hands to themselves, and once the three of you get to your bedroom they practically throw you to the bed. Yuri straddles on to your lap, she takes off dress and unclasps her bra, “It's feeding time babe”, Your hand travels to her tits, pinching her nipple which leaks out some drop of milk.

You pull your finger into your mouth, savouring the heavenly taste of her milk, “Stop teasing oppa”, She whined. “Hehehe, you don't mind sharing right oppa?” Minju already took off her dress and kneel next to you, she took one of Yuri's boobs and started sucking on it. Of course, you can't wait any longer and start drinking from the tap as well. Your lips created a seal around her nipple as you started sucking all those nectar out. Yuri got off from your lap, moving to the side a little so that you and Minju don't have to headbutt each other. Then your hand grabbed Minju's, pulling it to Yuri's soaking panties. 

Being together for so long all three of you can just coordinate any sex moves easily. You and Minju slowly teased Yuri's pussy, rubbing its clit, penetrating it a little, all just so you two can hear her whine and whine again. “Yaaaa, this un-, aghhhhh”, The stimulation on both of Yuri's tits made her unable to construct any coherent sentences. Minju stopped teasing her and started fingering Yuri, your hand staying outside playing around with her clit. “Fuckkkk, I'm cumming”, The sensation proved to be too much for Yuri as she immediately got her first orgasm of the night. 

You still want to continue drinking her milk, you really do, but you know Minju also wants you to drink hers so you slow down a little. Which is kinda hard to do because everytime you slow down Yuri would just massage her own tits making it flood your mouth cavity. Sometimes the milk would leak out of your lips, trickling down to your shirt. “I need to prepare some space in my stomach for Oppa's milk baby”, Minju let go of Yuri's nipple and jumped to kiss her. 

You let go as well, watching both of Yuri's nipples have puffed up and turn bright pink. “Seems like you have a lot left in your tank baby, let me help you with that”, Both of your hands grab her tits and squeeze it hard making it sprays all over you. “Oppa”, The two girls stop kissing and watch you getting soaked by Yuri's milk. “Come here you”, You squeezed it again and pulled her down as if you're milking a cow. “Oppa”, She moaned as she fell on to you, “We should buy you some cow outfit or something”, You laughed before kissing her. She wrapped her arm around you, not letting Minju intrude into this make out session. Your hand however continues on squeezing her tits and pinching her nipple making her soak your shirt and the bed cover.

Suddenly Yuri got pulled away, you watched Minju frowning from behind Yuri. “Sorry, come on your turn”, Minju latches on Yuri's tits for a second before jumping in to kiss you. Through the kiss she transferred Yuri's milk alongside her own saliva making it a pretty nasty cocktail. Thankfully you're also pretty nasty. 

Then you threw her on the bed beside you before going down to milk her. Yuri did the same thing, as the three of you repeated the scene from before. This time it's Minju who's getting milked, also now the three of you are laying down so once the milk overflows your mouth it just slips down soaking Minju’s boobs and cleavage. Of course your hand isn't slacking, you and Yuri are coordinating together to finger Minju. However Minju is much more resilient than Yuri, it took the two of you 10 minutes before Minju finally cum. 

“Fuck, I'm full already”, You laughed as you wipe your mouth, it's useless really, your whole body is already soaked by their milk. “Your turn oppa”, Yuri pushed you down as the two hurriedly took off your pants. Your half erect cock doesn't even get a second to breathe before the two girls immediately try to suck on it. Their pair of lips covered the sides of your cock as they started going up and down on it together. Their tongue made sure to lick every inch of your cock, the best part was when their tongue traced the vein on your cock sending jolts of pleasure all over you.

Then Yuri separates and moves to your balls, sucking it in her mouth while her tongue is gently caressing it. Minju did the same, but this time she suck in your cock. The feeling of having your cock being sucked by both of them is just heavenly. You grab their hair and face, guiding them to which part of your cock you want them to work on. Guiding the two of them as if they're just a tool for your pleasure. You make sure that both of them got their turn to suck on your cock and balls.

Then both of them merge again to do a blowjob sandwich. The two girls lick your cock and balls together, then suck in on it as if it's just one single thing. It didn't take long for you to get enough pleasure to cum, and when the feeling came, it came strong. “Babe, I'm going to cum”, You groan, the feeling is so intense that your vision starts to blur. “Cum for us babe, we want your cum”, Yuri said while swirling her tongue around your sensitive cock head. 

Minju was the first one to react and let your cock out of her mouth, then she immediately pushed Yuri's face and force her to suck you in. Minju then grabbed your balls and start gently massaging it as you unleash a torrent inside Yuri's mouth, licking the spills of cum on your balls. Meanwhile Yuri didn't seem to mind at all, she just continue sucking you like nothing had happened. Minju used her finger to collect some cum from your cock, then she sucked on Yuri's tits. She licked the head of Yuri's nipple before sucking on it, Yuri moaned and grabbed Minju hair before pulling her face in for a kiss.

The two of them exchange a passionate kiss, their hand grabbed each other's boob, gently squeezing it. Yuri leaned back and let go of Minju's tits which resulted in both of their tits to spray milk all over the two girls. Their tounge works together to cook up a mixture of cum, milk and spit in their mouth. Such a nasty mix, yet the two love it. Then they split it evenly, yet another skill they have mastered through the years of being together, and swallow the mixture down.

Their body is soaked by each other's milk and they went to clean it for you. You watched them lick the milk from each other’s skin and then continued making out. Their mouths opened and closed on each other’s lips, their tongue danced with each other’s tongue, their kiss got more and more intense as they bit each other’s lips.

But then Yuri broke the kiss and stood up, her naked body glisten with both of her milk and Minju's saliva. “I'll go first oppa”, You smile and watch as Yuri quickly crawled to you. She mounted you cowgirl style just like usual, but this time she was pretty aggressive. Her pussy slowly engulfs your cock bit by bit until she completely sat on your dick.

Minju also got up and get behind Yuri, you watched she kissed Yuri's ears and cheek while her hand went to squeeze Yuri's tits. “We don't want oppa to be hungry”, Minju smiled at you before grabbing both of Yuri's tits, she started massaging them which causes Yuri milk to flow out from her nipples. You got up and put your head in front of Yuri's tits, Minju used her hand to squeezed Yuri's tits and aim the milk into your mouth. You greedily gulp down the heavenly milk. The feeling of warm liquid running down your throat, tickling your tongue and then dripping down to your stomach is just so heavenly that you want more.

Thankfully Minju is more than willing to feed you. The way she squeezes Yuri's tits and then guided the milk into your mouth is just so erotic that you want to fuck Yuri harder. Which is exactly what she wanted, as soon as you took a full mouth of milk Yuri start bouncing on top of you in a faster speed. You grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed it, you can feel her pussy tightening around your cock each time she comes down. 

You start drinking straight from Yuri's tits again. Minju, losing her job of feeding you used one hand to start rubbing Yuri's clit while her other hand is holding Yuri's cheek as she pulled her to a kiss. “Fuck, I'm cumming oppa”, Yuri moaned, you spanked her ass making her let out a scream. Then you spit the milk in your mouth on to her face, “You cum when I cum baby, you can wait right?” You laughed. Yuri slows down a little feeling scared of the torture that's about to come, but you can't let her take an easy way. So you start pounding her from beneath, making her moan. “Just hold on Yuri, you can do that right?” Minju laughs as she got even wilder with her hand. “Unnie, oppa, you're so mean”, Yuri whined as she fight for her life.

Minju yanked Yuri's head to the side, she held it roughly as her tongue starts to clean Yuri's face from the milk you just spat at her. “Fuck you're cumming oppa, yes, yes, yes, yes”, Yuri break free from the hold by Minju and jumped on to you. Her hand hugged your neck again as her hips starts to match your rhythm, “Fuck, take this you fucking cow”, You laughed before burying your cock deep into her and deliver your load inside her. “Oppaaaaa”, She moaned as she reached another climax.

Yuri slumped down on the bed, getting a few moment to breath. Unfortunately for you, Minju is waiting for her turn already. “It's my turn babe”, She didn't even move in on you, she just sat where she was and start rubbing her pussy and nipple to entice you. “Hehehe”, It fucking works, you can't deny any of their charms. You remove yourself from Yuri before crawling on to Minju, “Now, which one whould i pick?” Your hand rest on her crotch as your thumb alternate between her asshole and her pussy. “You know which one works for me the best”, You do, her ass is so used to your girth and length that you haven't used lube for a year now. 

Slowly you pull your already wet dick into her back entrance, teasing it using your tip. “Babe, I'm not in the mood for teasing”, God they got so desperate for your seed just after a few days. “Hey now, isn't there something you need to say to convince me first?” She smiled, taunting you, “Ruin me babe, if you have the energy to do it”, You cracked your neck before getting into position. 

You abruptly penetrate her making her let out a scream, “Fuck, you're so rude sometimes”, The smile on her face tells you she like it that way. “What's this? Having fun without me?” Yuri get on Yuri's face, “Fuck yeah”, Minju moaned before she start sucking out the cum out of Yuri's pussy. “Oppa, milk me again”, Who are you to say no to such pleasant invitation.

Although Yuri said to milk her, she actually want to try and feed you again like Minju. Only, she's bad at aiming, so most of he milk just ended up soaking your chest and fell down on to Minju's body. “Yuri get off me”, You heard a slap as Minju spanked Yuri's ass, moving out of the way, you were left with the lustful gaze of Minju. “Hey, babe it seems like you're getting a little tired there”, You would've fucked her harder hearing that, unfortunately the last few days has been very tiring for you.

Minju get off you and sit facing away from you. It was akin to a reverse cowgirl but you're actually somewhat sitting up and not just laying down. Then she wrapped one of her arm around your shoulder as you grabbed her waist to help her gain some balance. “Fuck, that's cheating”, Minju whined as your head leaned from the side to suck on her tits. “Hey, don't leave me out of this”, Yuri sat at one of your leg, her mouth is sucking on the other Minju's tits, her hand is fingering Minju, and her crotch is grinding on you.

Getting ganked like this, Minju can't hold on for long, “It seems like you're getting tired there babe”, You laughed as Minju starts panting. “Babe, cum soon, I can't hold on for long”, Thankfully for her, you are in the edge already. “Is that so baby? Then why don't you cum for me then”, Your hand grabbed her waist and start controlling her to help you get ovee the edge. Minju, love when you're getting in control like this, which is why she can't stop herself from cumming again.

As her pussy squirt all over the bed, her tits starts spraying milk all over Yuri who just laughed playfully trying to cover her face. You deliver your third load, and hopefully last, into Minju’s ass. When it all pass you slumped down on the bed, laying there, drained of energy. “Oppa, you can't think that it's finished right?” Yuri whisper in your ears while bitting it. “That's right babe, you're no longer that scrawny kid back in highschool, you have still have some more stamina for us right?” Minju locked your earlobe while her hand gently caressed your cock. “Well, this will be a long night”

[spicyclover]

You betrayed me

Summary : I played dumb but I always knew. I kept quiet so I could keep you. You betrayed me, and I know that you'll never feel sorry for the way I hurt.

Next part : You used me

Hope you’ll enjoy it. Let me know in the comment section.

Thank you! :)

Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

He’s sticking a knife in my heart. I can't breathe. It is fucking insane. Eight months of this bullshit. Eight months, and I was fucking blind. I should have known it was all a lie. All the little touches, all the little words of love, all the caresses. Fuck I’m stupid. Eight months in a relationship with this asshole. I played dumb but I always knew.

"I'm sorry," sobs Lando through my bedroom door. "It's fuck up." His hand tries for the hundred time to open the door without success. "Let's talk baby, you're overreacting."

"You fucking lie to me, you make me believe thing and I'm overreacting?" I explode in anger. How dare he put it on my fault? "I'm a dare. You realize it is fuck up!"

"I know." I push him out of my way and head for the kitchen. "Let me explain..."

"Explain?" I turn around and my eyes meet his. At that moment, I feel only pity for this asshole. Pity, because he's only a shameless dog. "Do. Enlighten me, Lando."

Lando’s eyes fall to the ground. He no longer dares to look at me and his tears flow. I can’t believe it. He stabs me in the back, and he's the one crying. The last few months come to mind. Our first meet, his eagerness to go out together. This mania to leave me on read until he deigns to give me his attention again. Him refusing to meet my parents or him refusing that I come to his house. The many parties we spent apart because he didn’t want his friends to know we were together. What a hell-hole shit, that scumbag.

"You were a dare. Yes, and I am sorry. I feel terrible because the more time I spent with you and the more I realize you are amazing."

"Not amazing enough for you to settle for me though." You whisper with bitterness between your teeth. His hands tries to cope my face but I slam them down. "DON'T fucking touch me."

He raises his hand in defeat and continues. "I can't settle, not right now. I can't." More tears fall from his cheeks.

"Why are you crying Norris?" I ask, gritting my teeth. "YOU DON'T GET TO FUCKING CRY." This time I yell. I can't take this anymore. I need to walk. I’m starting to walk around the kitchen. I’m thinking about this situation, a why. I know I’m never gonna have the real reason why he hurt me. I turn and turn like a lion in its cage. The pain rises and the anger boils. I want to slap him, to shout the worst, yet I am unable to form coherent sentences in my mouth. "You're sick. You disgust me."

"I'm sorry..."

"STOP! FUCKING SAY I'M SORRY. YOU'RE NOT." As I leave my body, I see the plate on the counter end up in my hand and the next second explode against the wall behind this traitor. "You betrayed me, Lando. And I know damn well that you'll never feel sorry for the way I hurt."

Lando raises his face that he hid at the impact of the plate next to him and he turns to me bewildered. Yet he seems to be cut off. His reaction doesn’t come. He’s just looking me. I must look crazy. I’m wearing one of his oversize t-shirt, we’re in the middle of the night, and my hair is pissed. My eyes are swollen and I’m breathing loudly. I want him out of my sight, out of my life.

"Get out." I said without emotion in my voice. He doesn't move. His stare is still on me and I can't. I'm going to be sick. "GET OUT!" He jumps and looks around. He finally reacts. He takes a few steps towards the door.

"All this" He pauses, searching his words. "It wasn't meant to hurt you..."

[heavenlyvision]

Ride

Pairing: Liu Kang x afab!reader

Wc: 1.2k

I got horny for Liu because I took too many photos of him in game and then I was staring at his abs for too long and then I was thinking, well what if I rode his abs and then I thought, I need to write this before bed or I will kms.... so, here you go !!! I dunno how coherent it is, I am sleepy and desperate for the fire god but.... Enjoy !! :3

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, pwp, ab riding, p in v sex, creampie, cum eating, cunnilingus, little bit of overstimulation, little bit mean Liu (tiny bit), no use of pronouns or y/n, I think that's it !!

MDNI | SMUT UNDER CUT

When Liu had proposed this position to you, you felt excited and hesitant, you weren’t sure how he was going to get any pleasure out of this but he had assured you he would have immense pleasure, so you agreed. He had seen the way you stared at his muscles, his abs, you enjoy looking at all of him but you guess your gaze had lingered too long and too obviously and you gave yourself away.

Liu has you sat atop his abs and is guiding you along them, your cunt leaking onto his skin. The longer you sit and ride him, the slicker his skin gets, you’re leaving a mess on him and he’s over the moon about it, his eyes watching closely how you rut into his abdomen, how your wetness pools onto his skin, how your pussy flutters with nothing to hold onto.

His mind is hazy, his cock painfully erect, the wet sounds your cunt make are gonna have him biting something. His hands digs into your skin and grind you down against him harder, more forcefully, your eyes roll into the back of your head with a loud moan and Liu’s cock twitches in his pants. He hadn’t even bothered taking them off, as soon as you had agreed to this, he ripped his shirt off and had you on him before you could even think properly.

The way you’re desperately humping down onto him is setting his skin on fire, almost literally, his body temperature has spiked, his hands hot on your hips. He knew he liked the idea of this but he didn’t realise just how much until you were on him and practically creaming on his abs alone. His cock is so hard it hurts, he’s torturing himself, he could have you but he’s straining himself to hold off, wanting to see you cum on him like this.

Your whines are gasped, your eyes glassy and distant, your hands rest over the top of his for purchase. Your cunt flutters and jumps on him, your slick sticking to his skin, the glide back and forth easy. You feel insane, mind full of nothing but his abs and how they glisten with your pussy juices, how feral Liu looks, his grip on you scalding, his eyes containing a fiery need.

Liu’s hands quicken your pace, his patience wearing incredibly thin, you gasp and whine, the change in speed has you keening for him, “Need you to cum, now,” he groans out, “Need to put my cock in you, can’t take this, you’re so wet and messy and –fuck– so fucking slick, the sounds your cunt makes, is setting my skin on fire,” his words are rushed, his need clawing at him.

His words are filthy and you’d be embarrassed if his desperation for you didn’t have your orgasm approaching quickly, “Liu –ah– I–”

He grits his teeth and cuts you off, “Shut up. And cum.”

You gasp out at him, his mean words sending you over the edge, your hands move to his chest to hold yourself up, your pussy quivers on his abs. Wetness leaks onto him, his skin coated in you, Liu bites out a moan. 

“Perfect, look at that,” he sounds elated, happy with how your cunt has soaked him.

He rolls you both over so he’s on top, tugging at his pants hurriedly and pulling his cock out, he notches his tip at your pussy hole. He looks you in the eyes, his gaze dark, he gives no other warning before he slams into you all at once. The shock and slight pain from being filled by him completely, all at once, has you sobbing out a choked moan, Liu’s hips grind into you, not fucking you yet, trying to make up for the shock.

His hand holds the side of your head, his thumb stroking your cheek, “Mm sorry, got desperate to feel you.”

You shake your head at him, not mad, “Is fine, mm fine.”

He noses into the side of your face and presses soft kisses to your skin, “Good.”

He pulls back to sit on his knees, holding your lower half up to him, he starts fucking into you like a feral animal, his thrusts depraved. His eyes stay on his dick fucking in and out of you, and to his abs where your mess is still left on his skin. He groans deeply at everything, everything is overwhelming him, his cock twitches, already so close after being deprived.

You’re unable to form coherent thoughts, moans slipping from you mindlessly, your hands clawing at whatever you can reach. The fullness of his cock after being so painfully empty has you seeing stars.

Liu holds you open, as much as he can, wanting to see more of how your pussy sucks him back in, how you leak onto his cock, how you leave a creamy, white ring at the base of his dick. His abs tense, his stomach trembling, his orgasm on the tip of his tongue.

His thumb presses into your clit and rubs harsh circles into you, needing you to cum again, wanting to watch you milk his cock. The added stimulation makes you squeak, still sensitive from grinding into him.

“Need to feel it, need to feel you cum on me,” his pace is persistent and unrelenting, he fucks into you a few more times, the low timbre of his voice and how needy he sounds has you cumming for him, your back arching as you do.

Liu moans at you, at the feel of the wet, hot clutch of your pussy cumming on him, squeezing him tight, his hands force you up and down his length, his thrusts not stopping, his movements wild. He cums with a grunt, his hands hot on your skin, burning into you, he holds his pelvis to yours, pumping all of his cum into you, grinding it into you.

He gives himself time to breathe, coming down for a moment before he pulls his cock out, his hands hold you wide open, watching how he leaks from you, how your cunt jumps in aftershock.

He hums to himself, pleased, he leans down and puts his mouth on your pussy. The feeling jolts you and you try to wriggle away, already feeling overstimulated. Liu chases you though, his tongue fucking into your hole, not finished with you. His face pushes in between your legs, licking his cum from you, your pussy jumps and quivers, sensitive, just how he likes you, nerves on fire and cunt sensitive.

He licks at you until he eases another orgasm from you, you twitch around his tongue, your hips struggling to pull back. He doesn’t let you, he continues doing as he pleases until he’s done, when he does pull back, he nuzzles into your thigh, sighing into your skin, content.

He rests your lower half onto the bed and lays down beside you, he pulls you to him, your back to his chest. You can feel how hard his cock is again with how he presses his body to yours, you go to say something about it, wiggling your hips back into him, a glutton for punishment, you suppose.

He smiles into your neck, “Give yourself a moment,” his words are whispered against your neck, sending shivers down your spine, “we have all night.”  

You might be dead by morning.

ʚɞ

I HOPE YOU LIKED AND THAT YOU SEE THE VISION, I LITERALLY LOVE YOU ALL !! <33 HAVE BEAUTIFUL DAYS/NIGHTS

[beneathstarryskies]

A/N: These were not at all requested, I just wanted to try a new format and I needed to take a little break from my 1k event!

Warnings: fem!reader, light daddy kink (in Jiraiya's section), smut, oral sex

How Kakashi, Itachi, Sasuke, and Naruto fuck you after a long absence. W/ BONUS Jiraiya for @actuallysaiyan

Kakashi

The longer Kakashi is away from you the needier he becomes.

Definitely uses reading Icha Icha as a coping mechanism. 

When he is finally with you again, he is absolutely insatiable. 

“Just one more time, princess. I know you can take it,” Kakashi coos as he slips his cock into you for the third round of the evening.

You’d been just as eager for the first round. After not seeing Kakashi for weeks that seemed to stretch into eternity you’d been almost frantic to pull him into your apartment and have his hands all over your body.  Now you’re whining as he picks up a slow pace, his long cock easily brushing against your abused sweetspot. 

“‘Kashi, I can’t,” you whine. 

He’s already buried to the hilt and his face is pressed against your warm chest. There’s no stopping him now, but truthfully you don’t want him to. You’d let Kakashi fuck you until you can’t hold onto conciousness anymore if that’s what it would take to please him. Kakashi knows he’s pushed you past your limit, so he’s gentle this time. Soft praises falls from his lips as he makes love to you for the rest of the night. 

Itachi

Itachi hides his longing for you. You’re his only weakness, but dammit if someone had the chance to exploit it he’d be ruined. 

When he first arrives back to the hideout, he acts cold and cordial. 

Things switch as soon as he’s alone with you. The first thing he wants to do is taste you. 

“Is my pretty girl gonna cum for me again?” his hot breath hits your swollen clit. You can’t even form a coherent sentence anymore. An eager nod and a soft whine is all you can manage. It’s enough to earn you the rare sound of his soft chuckle before he leans in to drag his tongue between your folds. His sharingan flashes in the low light as he watches your face. 

“I missed you so much,” you whine as he sucks on your clit. 

“Hm, missed you too,” he mutters. 

His hands grip onto your trembling thighs. He can feel the muscles tightening as you get close again. He could stay like this all night. It’s your taste he dreams of when he’s away from you. He lives for these moments when he has you weak for just his mouth. He drinks your juices like it’s coveted nectar. 

Then again, Itachi has always had a sweet tooth. 

Naruto

Naruto makes 0 attempts to play it cool when he comes back from a long mission. He missed you like crazy and its everyone’s problem. 

You have to beg him to take you home instead of just pulling you into the nearest semi-empty place he can find. 

Naruto is all over you the second you finally give him permission. 

    “Missed you so bad,” Naruto groans as he thrusts hard into you again. “So fucking bad.” 

    He’s not taking it easy on you at all, but you’ve come to expect that by now. Naruto is a handful on the best of days, but sexual frustration nearly drives him insane. His pace is frantic. Every moan is punctuated with the squelching of your wet cunt. His skin slaps against yours. 

    You have to give him credit because at least this time you made it into the apartment instead of Naruto practically undressing you in the hallway. Barely. If it had taken you a second more to unlock the door, he would’ve been pressing you against it to take you from behind. Instead you’re at least bent over the arm of the couch in the privacy of your own home. 

    “I fucking love you,” Naruto growls. 

Sasuke

He absolutely refuses to admit he misses you, even to himself. 

Sasuke prides himself on being able to go long periods of time without being overcome by longing. 

He realizes how much of a lie this is when he practically crumbles as soon as he sees you. 

    “I know you missed me,” he growls as he presses his cock against your ass. His hand is pushed down the front of your pants and he’s bullying your swollen clit to pull another orgasm from you. “You were wet as soon as I walked through the door.” 

    “Of course I missed you,” you purr. Your hips grind back against him.

    “Missed my sweet girl,” he finally admits. 

You blush softly, and he smirks when he looks into the mirror to see how flustered you are. Sasuke always takes his time before finally fucking you. This time is no different. Your juices are dripping all over his hand before he finally pulls your pants down. He doesn’t care that you were trying to get all dolled up in anticipation of his arrival. He’ll have the mascara you so carefully applied running down your face before he’s finished with you. 

“You gotta show me how bad you missed me,” he says he presses the tip of his cock to your entrance. 

Jiraiya

Jiraiya makes no qualms about missing you. 

The man is fucking ready to explode by the time he comes home to you. 

His balls are so full and heavy. As soon as he sees you he’s rock hard. 

“You really know how to make daddy feel good,” Jiraiya groans as he leans against the counter. One hand is buried in your hair while the other guides his cock deeper down your throat. He acts as though he didn’t practically push you to your knees as soon as he came in the front door. You don’t mind. After all your plan is to always greet him with a sexual situation, as that is his favorite thing in life. 

“Such a good girl,” he mutters. “You love making me feel good.” 

You moan in agreement, and just the vibrations are nearly enough to push Jiraiya over the edge. He ruts his hips by instinct, but is quick to make himself go still once more. 

The sight of you on your knees with his thick cock between your lips has been filling his every thought for weeks now. To finally have those filthy fantasies a reality makes him feel like the luckiest man who ever lived. 

You don’t mind letting him use your mouth to get his own satisfaction, because you know he’ll make it up to you tenfold. 

[sunnynwanda]

Temptation: Part 2

Part 1

You asked, so I shall deliver xD A spicy part 2 for our flirty Villain :)

Warnings: spicy content, nsfw, bondage, Hero is kinda rough, let me know if I missed anything.

When Villain offered themself up, they were quite sure Hero would be down for some fun. Hero was lonely for longer than one could remember, and if Villain was being honest, they were too. Thus, the night that followed didn't come as a surprise. They attacked each other with feral intensity, leaving rough open-mouthed kisses all over each other's skin. It was akin to their battles, except this time, satisfaction felt more real - and more fulfilling.

Hero carried Villain into the bedroom and threw them onto their large bed, climbing on top of their nemesis as they twisted the garland around the headboard bars before pinning Villain's wrists above their head to tie them there. If they had any sense at all, Villain would be wary. But, with Hero's knees on either side of their torso, they lost all ability to think rationally. Once Hero was satisfied with their handiwork, they leaned back, admiring the view of Villain bound to their bed and quite obviously aroused.

Fuck. This was hot. Almost too hot to maintain sanity. Or any form of humanity, for that matter.

"I didn't think about taking your shirt off first," Hero noted in a raspy voice, earning a surprised chuckle from their captive. They were about to retort when Hero shrugged and ripped their shirt in half with little to no effort. "Oh well."

"What the hell?" Villain jerked up, forgetting they were deprived of free movements. "You're gonna pay for thaa.. Ah, fuck! Hero. Shit. "

Hero nodded, far too occupied with sucking on their throat to care. Their hands pressed against Villain's hips, pinning them down as Hero made their way down Villain's body, leaving a trail of bite marks and bruises in their wake. There was nothing gentle or soft about it, both rather aimed at letting out their anger and pent-up want than anything else. Savage brutality and ruthlessness echoed in every kiss and touch shared between them.

"Oh God, please," Villain whined, straining their ties but unable to free themself. Tears welled up in the corners of their eyes but Hero was unrelenting in their torment. "Please."

They ached to run their hands over Hero's shoulders, scratching them until they stained red - but they knew they brought this upon themself when they allowed themself to be tied up at Hero's mercy.

Hero's lips faltered when they reached Villain's lower abdomen. They looked up at Villain with unexpected clarity, not moving further until they received a definite nod to go on.

Hero didn't stop after that, not for a single moment until the sky paled on the horizon. They felt like they were spellbound by Villain's burning skin, their body unable to disconnect from Villain's for longer than was necessary to find a better angle. Their fingertips imprinted in a chaotic pattern of bruises along Villain's thighs, sides and the small of their back, their chest and neck littered with numerous hickeys and teeth marks as Hero edged them time and time again.

Villain looked ravishingly beautiful in the morning twilight. Hero was sure they could get drunk on the wiped-out expression that laced their tear-stained eyes or their abused lips they kept biting to silence their moans. When Hero noticed them holding back, they made it a point to make Villain cry out over and over again until they stopped caring. There might have been something sadistic about it, but Hero wanted them loud - and utterly ruined.

Christmas morning came a little too soon. Villain was fucked out beyond repair when Hero finally leaned up to free their hands, giving each wrist a gentle kiss before allowing them to drop onto their shoulders. Villain pulled them down weakly, making Hero collapse onto their heaving chest.

"Fuck, that was…" They trail off, unable to form a coherent sentence. Hero chuckles, kissing their forehead with surprising tenderness.

"Thanks?" They ask, a little too thrilled with the way Villain narrows their eyes at them. "Although, if I did good, you wouldn't be able to talk at all."

"Good? I don't know if that's an appropriate description," Villain quirks an eyebrow at them, their voice still hoarse. "I couldn't remember my damn name."

"You did remember mine," Hero's comment leaves Villain's mouth open at their audacity. They are embarrassed about their screaming as is, and Hero's shit-eating grin isn't helping.

"Fuck you!" Villain slaps their shoulder, but it does nothing to wipe the annoying smug smile off Hero's face.

"You just did that, sweets," Hero gets hold of their wrist, peppering kisses onto their reddened skin before turning for their other hand.

Villain groans, torn between smacking them and kissing them senseless. They conclude that the latter is a much more effective means of shutting them up, so they cup Hero's cheeks, tilting their head up to face them and smash their lips onto Hero's.

Villain is damn sure Hero has never had a Christmas quite like this one - and neither have they.

Part 1

Masterlist

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[thefangirlbrainrotheadquarters]

Attitude Adjustment

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Satoru Gojo x fem!reader smut

TW: pet names, overstimulation, Gojo is absolutely pussy drunk and reader is too fucked out to care, all characters are of age of consent, brat taming, reader is in a mating press, slight degradation, unprotected sex, creampie,established relationship. If I left anything out please let me know.

Context: You and Satoru were spending the day on a date and you were being a brat the entire time. So obviously once the two of you get home you are going to have to learn your lesson.

This is absolutely Gojo brainrot so a whole lot of thought did not go into it.

Thinking about possibly doing a series like this were all the husbandos give their lover an attitude adjustment because who doesn’t love those? :)

“if you’re gonna act like a brat then I am just going to have to treat you like one, Bunny.”

Overstimulation is one of his favorite moves. Foreplay is his specialty. He starts with his fingers deep inside you pressing right on that spot that makes you forget your name. You’ve lost count of how many times you gushed all over his fingers but your legs are about to give out and you keep trying to wiggle out of his grasp. “Where is all that nerve now?” He would taunt.

When he finally takes his fingers away you are laying in a puddle of your own juices. Not that he cares. “There is no way you thought that this was over, Angel. I haven’t even punished you yet.” He said after licking his fingers savoring the taste on each digit. He completely ignores your pathetic little whimpers trying to say that you were sorry as if that was going to spare you from the long night ahead of you.

When you have really pissed him off you find yourself in a mating press completely at Satoru’s mercy. He is pounding into you like he hates you, his blue eyes locked with yours. “Don’t you dare look away, Princess I wanna see those eyes while I fuck you stupid.” He had completely bottomed out, big fat balls smacking into your ass, still ignoring your pleas for him to slow down. He would be whispering filth in your ear as he continued to fuck you into the mattress.

“That’s it, Princess take this dick like a good girl.”

“Aw is my baby cryin’? Come on baby I know you can cum for me again. Make another mess for me.” When your next orgasm absolutely wrecks your body you have no idea how many times you have fallen apart under him it was almost as if he got even harder. Your tears turn Satoru absolutely feral. He knows he isn’t going to last much longer but how will you learn not to be such a brat if he doesn’t fuck you so good you forget your own name?

“That’s my girl.” He would say between grunts. His eyes would flutter shut, his thrusts were still so deliciously intense but they do become shorter, so you know he is reaching his limit, not that he cares. Even though you are the one being punished Satoru is very much pussy drunk and there really isn’t any use in trying to reason with him about pulling out. Not that you would because you are too fucked out to say a coherent thought at this moment all you can do is cum. Don’t bother trying to apologize either. Being cute is not going to get you out of this one.

You have no idea how long it’s been and you are laying in a puddle of your own juices at this point and your beloved Satoru is at his limit. Between thrusts he would say something like “Fuck this pussy is so tight, you’re gonna milk me for everything I’ve got aren’t you, Angel?”

“I should empty my balls in you shouldn’t I? Turn you into a stupid little cum dump for me huh, Pretty?” All you can give is a lewd “Yes, Daddy please give me all your cum please!” As you wrap your plush legs around him just a little tighter. That sends him over the edge, when Satoru is pussy drunk he breaths the prettiest moans when he finally lets himself cum. He’s a complete mess, moaning on and on about how you are such a good girl for him and how proud he is of you for being a good girl and taking your punishment.

In bed he is a menace but Satoru is a firm believer in aftercare and after he carries you to a warm bath and changes the sheets he treats you to your favorite take out place and you fall asleep safely in his arms.

[johns-prince]

I Don't Know (Oh Johnny Johnny)

After listening to this "forgotten" song by John and Paul on repeat, with excruciating scrutiny of trying my darndest to make out the lyrics.

This song is approximately recorded around 1960, could have even been 1959, and I've read it was apparently recorded when the group was going by the Silver Beatles. Also, apparently recorded at Paul's house? I'm not sure.

Whether you think it's just them fooling about, simple improvising and nothing at all, I think if they were going to take the effort to record it, it had to mean something.

Even if some or half of it is "improv," it still sounds like a conversation between the two.

It's not unlike them to use music to communicate and express personal thoughts and feelings, wants. There's also nobody else there... it's just them.

Just a couple of the clearer lyrics from Paul at the start:

"Hey now Johnny Johnny, oh Johnny Johnny, oh Johnny Johnny, oh Johnny Johnny, Oh God, Johnny boy, how are we gonna tell them?"

"Oh Johnny boy you wore me out"

It also sounds in one line Paul is singing, "Well you got me!"

Then John starts up.

And I know some people claim the start for John here is him saying "Well little boy" but I have to say that doesn't match up with what I've heard.

Doesn't sound anything like boy, but it does sound like John is saying, "Oh little darling, packing my shoes.. " can't make the following bit before, "cuz I'm losin' you"

"I'm going to see my sister soon. She don't want to see me I don't know really what I'm gonna do what I'm gonna do."

Now you've got Paul again:

"Well Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, when I call you Johnny, well Johnny Johnny oh Johnny, when I'm calling you..."

"Well I don't know what I'm going to tell them..." okay, these lyrics are really difficult to decipher. Maybe it's just my brains attempt at conjuring coherent words from the incoherent sounds, but, what follows this sounds ALMOST sounds as if Paul is telling him what he'll tell the fellas, about thoughts regarding John (I've still got thoughts of you/I'll still have thoughts of you/or, I'll still vouch for you)

Then the closest thing to ever getting to hear what Paul McCartney sounds like when pleading:

"Please Johnny, please Johnny"

John's response is:

"Well I'll tell the fellas I'm traveling with you"

And funnily enough, it's John saying, "I don't know what I'm gonna to do when I tell my mother we're gonna leave town." Of course if this is recorded in 1958/1960, Julia is no longer around...

Paul reiterates this though, confirming it, "Yeah we're gonna leave town."

Paul continues with this dogged line, I can catch a couple of "we gotta leave, we just gotta leave, we gotta leave right now."

Then—

"Take the next bus out of town, then we won't let nobody down!"

It's a conversation about getting out, breaking out, starting over just the two of them... With some interesting mentions of family and friends finding out, about something, with them, between them? And disappointing everyone, causes family to turn them away.

The reason couldn't have just been that they were wanting to become famous musicians together, right? I don't think that alone could be it considering Mimi nor Jim, or Julia or John's sisters, ever turned them away or shunned them because of this dream they were already chasing by this time.

The song progresses to where it sounds as if John has reservations about leaving, he's not as confident about the plan as originally thought.

Paul keeps singing the "we gotta leave, get outta town." I caught a "don't hold me down."

John starts repeating "I don't know" which results in Paul repeatedly calling out, "Oh Johnny Johnny Johnny oh Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny..." Again, it's almost like pleading, "How could you not know? We have to go, we have to leave town, you can't tell me “I don't know” now. Don't do this now."

Now, I will say this, the full lyrical interpretations of this song, while I commend others for trying too, hold too many issues for me to agree upon their validity. I don't catch any "I love yous" and the such, but I think what I have caught, and how John and Paul are singing to each other and with each other here, alone, as teenage boys chasing their dream, is enough to convince me still that this song is so intimately about them, their relationship, and what they dreamed of doing together.

Running off, getting out and creating music together. Running away together. The song technically foreshadowing this honeymoon-esque trip of John and Paul doing just that when John turned 21, and with 100 quid took Paul on a trip.

Two teenage boys not knowing what to do, lamenting over something, something getting out to their family that would cause them to be turned away and to cause disappointment. I don't necessarily attribute that to them chasing the dream of becoming famous musicians together, but it could be. It could be many different things. Could just be me overanalyzing...

The end of the song is a lot more scrambled, difficult to make out, but it sounds like both John and Paul are back to both agreeing to the fact they need to get out, leave town, together.

Also imagining the fact they probably looked something close to this while thumping around and singing this song in Paul's house, alone together, gives me feelings.

[floydsmuse]

Love on a swing

warnings: none! it’s all fluff <3

pairing: Bob floyd x reader (no y/n)

description: after a long exhausting day, you make it home to Bob & he lovingly comforts you on your porch swing. (wc 1k+)

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a/n: hi ! i just wanted to say thank you for all of the love & support i’ve been receiving lately, especially on my last fic :,) im so glad you all enjoyed it! i hope you like this one too :) as always, likes & comments are great! reblogs are appreciated too🥰🩷 tysm again!

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it had just been one of those days. you weren’t quite feeling like yourself & on top of that, work was chaotic. everyone needed you for something, you were constantly on your feet & you didn’t even have an opportunity to take proper time for yourself during your shift. to make matters even worse you had woken up not feeling great mentally & heavily considering taking a personal day. but, of course someone called in & you were needed at work.

you just couldn’t wait to get home to your husband. Bob had already left before he could see you in a distressed state this morning, instead bidding you goodbye with a kiss on your forehead while you were sleeping & leaving a little note on your nightstand like he always did before he’d head off to work, telling you that you were gonna rock today & that he loved you more than you’d ever know. that note did give you some motivation to have a better outlook on the day, but you still had your doubts. you knew today wasn’t going to be entirely easy.

~

after a long & exhausting shift, the clock had reached 5 & you were finally off. you made it through the day in one piece. relived & giving yourself a pat on the back, you practically ran out of the workplace, hoped into your car & headed on home.

~

around 20 minutes later, you made it to your destination. Bob’s car was in the driveway & you couldn’t have been more happy to see that he’d made it home at a reasonable time, knowing that he tended to get held up at work or sometimes he’d be dragged out to the hard deck to go drinking on occasion and play pool, even though he’d always much rather be at home with you. you noticed the porch light was on & you figured Bob was most likely reading on the little wooden swing that you had gotten installed when you two first moved in. you always dreamed of having one & when you brought up the idea to Bob, he loved it & got it put in immediately. you had spent countless evenings sitting on it, admiring the sunset with your husband or reading together for hours on end & sharing cups of tea. you felt so at bliss when you two shared moments on that swing.

snapping yourself out of your reminiscing & not wanting to make Bob wait any longer, you hop out of the car & make your way to the front porch. you had been right. Bob was sitting on the swing, steadily rocking back & forth, wearing his comfy grey sweats & a navy blue crewneck, reading a book. his eyes snapped up towards you & that crooked smile swept across his face. you were sure you looked exhausted & out of it, but you couldn’t help but return a smile back at him.

“hi my love. come sit. tell me all about your day.” Bob greeted & patted the spot next to him on the swing, inviting you to come sit. you looked down sheepishly, but headed towards him & sat down. Bob placed his book to the side and reached for your hands, clasping them together. he brought them up to his lips & placed a sweet kiss to your knuckles.

you honestly didn’t know where to start. the whole day was just a mess & you weren’t even sure if you could coherently put into words how you were feeling. Bob was always so patient with you, which you greatly appreciated. he would never pry or pressure you into expressing how you were feeling if you weren’t up to it. he would also never judge you for your feelings & always reminded, more so encouraged you to just let yourself feel freely and unapologetically. he wanted you to know that he’d always be there for you. through thick & through thin. you decided you didn’t want to talk about it, your brain cloudy & your body feeling weighted. you look up at him finally finding your voice,

“could you just…hold me please?” you asked in a whisper. Bob doesn’t hesitate. he pulls you straight into his arms, with his chin resting on top of your head and your legs draping over his lap. he quickly removes your shoes, making sure that you’re comfortable & allowing a chance for your sore feet to breathe & break away from their restraints. you snuggle into him, burying your face into his warm chest. his musk was just emanating off of him & was somewhat grounding you back down to earth. making you realize that you were now in your safe place & you could finally let the stress of the day go.

Bob rocked you both back & forth gently, soothingly rubbing up & down your back. he would place gentle kisses to your forehead, & run his fingers through your hair. you let out little hums of content here & there, feeling a type of peace you were yearning for throughout the day. Bob radiated a warmth that was just unmatched & he always made it his mission to take care of you.

you two stayed like this, cuddled up & rocking back & forth until the sun went down. the sounds of nature & the occasional car driving by was the only thing heard. you were really trying not to let the exhaustion completely take over, but your eyes were drawing heavy. your body was completely relaxed & the sound of Bob’s heartbeat was starting to fade in & out of your ears. you were falling under a sleep spell. but before you could drift off completely, you lifted your head, it feeling heavy on your shoulders & were immediately met with Bob’s kind blue eyes. he too looked sleepy & almost ready to doze off. you were about to speak & ask to go inside to bed, but he beat you to it,

“this has been lovely, but it looks like you’re about ready to head off to bed. what do you say my love?” Bob asks, with a yawn cutting in at the end. you nod your head up at him,

“yes Bobby, i’m ready for bed now.” you ironically let out a yawn of your own too & the both of you couldn’t help but chuckle at that. you were about to unravel yourself out of his grasp to get up, but Bob stops you & lifts you up bridal style,

“i got ya sweets. let’s get you inside.” you smiled, leaning your head against his shoulder & you two headed into the house.

Bob placed you down onto your bed. helping you strip out off your work clothes & retrieving one of his t-shirts in the drawer. you lifted your arms in compliance & he slipped the shirt onto your body. he gently grabbed your face, big palms swallowing up your cheeks & giving them a playful little squeeze. you let out a breathy giggle & Bob leans in to place a lingering kiss to your lips. he slips out of his sweats and crewneck, leaving him in just his boxers. he removes his glasses, as you get under the covers. Bob follows suit.

getting into a comfy position, you lay your head onto his warm bare chest and his left arm instinctively wraps around your torso. once you’re fully situated, you turn to face him,

“Thank you for always taking care of me Bobby.” you say sleepily, snuggling deeper into his chest & finally letting tiredness take over you.

“no need to thank me my love. i will always take care of you. always.”

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[damiansgoodgirll]

Can u please write Damian preist x reader having morning sex if u feel comfortable

i love this man with all of my heart

damian priest x reader

‼️smut smut smut

good morning hermosa

you were slightly opening your eyes when you heard a loud crash coming from outside. you loved cozy and warm mornings like that, when it was raining outside so you could have an excuse to stay in bed all day.

damian’s hands went to your waist, pushing you into his body.

“good morning hermosa…” he whispered into your ear, his raspy morning voice making you shiver.

“it’s raining…” you said looking into his eyes.

“we can stay in bed all day long” he smiled kissing your cheek “plus it’s only 6 am…let’s go back to sleep love”

you closed your eyes again, trying to fall asleep once more but the way damian’s hand was gently stroking your back and the way your leg was over his muscular thigh, it was making you feel something.

damian saw how you tried to close your legs, feeling how excited you were but instead of letting go, he decided to tease you, slowly rolling his hips into your leg once more.

you whimpered softly.

“let me make you feel good princesa” he whispered as his hand moved from your back to the strap of your top. he slowly lowered it, freeing your breast and letting your nipples grow hard. he took that as an opportunity to take one into his mouth, gently biting it between his teeth, kissing it and licking it with so much love you thought you were gonna to explode.

“damian…” you whispered.

“tell what you need baby…”

“i need - fuck, i need you, please” you moaned when you felt his hand working on removing your shorts and panties.

“i’m gonna make you feel so good baby” he whispered.

his hand gently spread your legs, his thumb touching your clit while his middle finger teased your entrance. when he pushed his thick finger inside, you immediately closed your legs, feeling pleasure overcoming you.

he slowly started thrusting his finger inside you, his thumb kept circling your clit and his lips were softly kissing and biting your neck.

“te amo” he whispered against your skin.

“damian fuck…i need more, i need you please” you almost begged.

you opened your eyes once again and you were met with his amused look.

“everything you need amor” he removed his finger and replaced it with his bigger and longer cock. he pushed into you in a very slow pace, making you feel every inch. you were still looking at him, his hand lifting and keeping your leg up so he could push into you more easily.

everything was slow and sweet, the storm outside, the room filled with your moans, the pleasure was almost too much.

a few tears fell from your eyes and you couldn’t explain what you were feeling.

“like that baby?” he asked you and you nodded, not being able to form a coherent sentence. that specific angle was hitting a spot you never knew you had, making your head going dizzy.

“…‘ m so close dam…”

“come for me hermosa…” he moaned against your skin and that was enough to push you on the edge, you came, hard, squeezing his cock so hard he thought it was going to get stuck. he followed you behind, releasing into you.

before he could remove himself from you, you stopped him.

“stay here please…i wanna feel you when i wake up again…” you whispered, still a little tired and closing your eyes once again and falling asleep into his arms.